All language subtitles for Bitten.S02E02.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

Previously on "Bitten"...

You can't ignore your grief.

You have to deal with Philip's death.

But his sister has been
texting me ever since.

I was Bitten when I was ten.

My family couldn't find me,
and eventually they gave up.

Malcolm hasn't had
any money to speak of,

yet he managed an uprising.

Do you think someone is backing him?

You, my friend, are a weasel.

Jeremy, this is a mistake!

You financed the Mutt uprising.

I'm going to finish now what I
should've finished in Stonehaven.

Aaaah!

- Jeremy!
- She isn't here.

Where is Rachel?

I suppose if you kill me
you'll never find out.

Something came
at me in Rochester.

Is that what this is about?

You need to keep me alive.
For what's coming.

Wherever they're taking Malcolm Danvers,

is where we're going.

What's troublin' you, Clayton?

Aren't you excited to see your daddy?

I guess.

He's dyin' to see you.

He went clear 'round the world
to save people in Somalia.

Let's give him a hero's welcome.

What do you say?

You're always gonna be my
darlin' little man, Clay.

Now and forever.

Okay?

Okay.

All right, go on. Play.

Daddy won't be home for a few hours.

Stay clear of the hollows.

Those Hog Hunters out there will
shoot at anything that moves.

Who are you?

I'm... Clayton.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

I'm a real hungry man, Clayton.

I haven't eaten in days.

So this is what I'm proposing:

If you run full speed,

it'll take you I'm guessing, what,

20 minutes to get home?

Do you wanna ch-chase me?

Tell me,

has your hillbilly mom
ever butchered a pig?

Ah, I thought so. Well...

that's what I'm going to do to you.

I'm going to start with your stomach,

then your lungs...

then your heart...

everything.

I'm going to eat them all up.

Are you scared, boy?

Good.

Adrenaline makes the meat taste good.

Run, boy.

Run!

Aaah!

Ah!

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Bitten 2x02 - Sworn Enemies
(Feb 14, 2015)

Is Logan still down there?

Hasn't slept yet.

He won't even take a break to eat.

Malcolm still
hasn't said anything?

Nothing. Not a word

about where he's keeping Rachel.

He's stalling.

Every minute he doesn't say anything

is another minute that
he gets to breathe.

Is that a problem, Elena?

No.

Keeping him alive

is our best option right now.

We finally have him in the cage.

I want to kill him so badly.

As long as there's the possibility

that Rachel is still alive,

we have to conduct
ourselves as if she is.

What about the Alpha council?

Either way, this has to be resolved

before they get back.

If Clay were here,

he'd torture it out of him.

Malcolm isn't swayed by pain,

he enjoys it too much.

Everyone's afraid of something.

Even the devil.

Professor Shayhaus?

I'm Clay Danvers, I called earlier.

Yes, yes, Dr. Danvers.

What can I do for you?

I was fascinated by your
research on pagan symbology.

I came across something recently.

I thought you could help me.

Happy to help. Pre-Celtic symbols

don't get the attention
they deserve anymore.

Where did you get this?

It was scrawled in a house
in Upstate New York.

With what? What was the medium?

Blood.

I, uh, don't know what it is.

I have a class to teach.

Look, it isn't Christian,
Egyptian or African.

I can't seem to find
any reference to it.

It's not pagan, okay?

I c-can't help you anymore.

But you know what it is.

What do you know about witchcraft?

- Wicca?
- Not Wicca.

This has nothing to do with Wicca.

This is... "left-hand path",

malevolent practice.

Look, take my advice,
burn that piece of paper

and forget you ever saw it.

Or don't. Whatever you do,
I... I can't get involved.

Just point me in the right direction.

Zachary, Louisiana.

- You know it?
- 50 miles North.

Find a Miss Yoruba.

She'll know what kind
of witchcraft that is.

I appreciate it.

Dr. Danvers.

Don't go poking monsters.

It's not a good idea.

Huh!...

I'm not afraid of monsters.

You know, it must've been real hard...

when Jeremy became Alpha instead of you.

Must be tough.

Are you going to
psychoanalyze me, Logan?

Go get some sleep.

C'mon.

We have to find her.

That's right.

How long can a pregnant woman survive

locked away in a dark hole?

Alone and frightened.

Without any food or water.

You let me walk from
Stonehaven in one piece,

and you can have her back.

We will find her.

But on our terms.

Get some rest.

I'm not...

asking you.

Don't be a fool.

There's too much at stake.

You're not walking out of here.

Neither are you, if
you don't listen to me.

There's something coming for us.

No one knows we exist.

So tell me, what's coming for us?

You got in the way
before I could find out.

But whoever he is,

he's strong and he won't stop
until he gets what he wants.

This won't save you.

Whatever you're trying here.

Are you willing to sacrifice
a werewolf child?

The first born in a
generation to your Pack.

I've never known you to negotiate.

What does that tell you?

It tells me that you're afraid.

And I'm enjoying that.

Hello?

Miss Yoruba?

- Are you sure you want to do this?
- Yeah.

It's the right thing to do.

Thank you for calling me, Jeremy.

I want to make sure our bad blood

is under the bridge, as you say.

We found Malcolm.

- Where is his body?
- He's in our cage.

He's still alive?

Allow me to kill him.

Our Packs will be bound together,

a united front at the council.

No one will dare go against us.

Well, we haven't forgotten

that you backed Malcolm
in the first place.

You spared my life, of course I...

I defer to you, Jeremy.

Come inside, Rodrigo.

You've come to your senses?

As a matter of fact, I have.

Seems I bet on the wrong horse.

Time to put it down.

Rodrigo, I need to
talk to the Alpha council.

They have already decided.
They want your head.

This is not about me,
this is about all of us.

There is no "us", Malcolm.

You're finished.

I don't want you pulling
me down with you.

Rodrigo is here to see the
repercussions of treachery.

So that it doesn't happen again.

It won't, I assure you.

There's a way to guarantee that.

Is there anything you want to
say before I kill you, Malcolm?

You always were an idiot, Rodrigo.

There is no cavalry to save you.

Where is she?

If I tell you, you will kill me.

If you don't tell me,

I'm going to kill you right now.

You won't get a chance.

They're here.

What is that?

I have no idea.

You're always gonna
be my darlin' little man, Clay...

Doesn't look like much,

but it sure as shit
ain't open to the public.

A long time ago, maybe 20
years, a family lived here.

Yeah, a Marine.

He was over in Somalia.

I let him park his home here.

Least I could do to support my country.

Had a wife and kid.

Elle, she was a peach.

And the boy...

- Ken or Clem?...
- Clay.

That's right. Wait... you knew them?

Maybe you have a number, a relative,

or just a way to get a hold of them.

Son, the only place you're
going to find that family

is in the cemetery at the edge of town.

Elle was attacked by a wolf.

Elle got killed right
where you're standing.

Th-that brown spot, that's her blood.

We all went searching, but we
never did find the boy's body.

And the Marine? Shoot, he come
home that night from the war,

the whole family gone.

Didn't take too long
till he took a pistol,

put it in his mouth,

and joined them in the great beyond.

Who did you say you was again?

Nobody, I'm nobody. Thanks.

Open this cage and I'll
tell you where she is.

- Tell me!
- Open this door first.

You don't have her, do you?

Open the goddamn gate!

We are both defenseless here!

No.

We're not.

I can't get a bead on which
direction it's coming from.

It's coming from everywhere.

Nick, you circle around from the left,

Elena, you head right.

We'll see if we can surround
whatever's out there.

Be prepared for anything.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey.

My eyes!

Let me see!

The blood!

It won't stop!

Open your eyes!

Ah! I can't see anything!

I can't see! I can't see! I'm blind!

Listen to me for one second.

There's no blood.

There's no blood, Nick.

Trust me, there's no blood.

What happened?

- There's a woman out here...
- What?

She did this to me.

Nick, listen to me very carefully.

Elena is going to take
you back to the house.

I'm going to find the woman.

- Take him back.
- Okay.

Follow me. It's okay.

Listen to my voice. You're okay.

God...

Okay, listen to my voice.

- Do you feel my hands?
- Yes.

Okay. Good.

Do you feel this?

Yeah, yeah.

They're not wet. There's no blood.

Breathe.

There's no blood.

You're okay.

Okay?

This is like a bad dream.

Get any sleep?

I slept standing up.

I'll take the next watch.

You've been up for 20 hours,

you should go to bed.

Jeremy didn't find
a single trace of them.

I don't like how they just
showed up and then disappeared

like we hallucinated the whole thing.

Whatever it was,

I think they were trying
to get to Malcolm.

It can't be ghosts, because...

You know I... I don't believe in ghosts.

Neither do you.

Right?

There was a time if you
told me werewolves existed,

I would've laughed.

I don't laugh at much anymore.

That's not reassuring.

You're not going out there?

I don't have a choice.

Philip's sister is here?

In Bear Valley.

Whatever Philip told her...

Jorge cleaned everything!

There's nothing that
traces back to you, or us,

or any of Malcolm's associates.

As far as the world is concerned,

Philip died in a car accident.

Yeah, but his sister is here.

Do you really want her
driving up to the front door?

Hey, if you see any strange
women with white eyes,

run them over.

I don't know
what happened out there.

I'm in here.

What happened to your men in Rochester?

At first I thought
it was you coming at us.

They were human, except for one thing.

They didn't feel any pain.

Where's Rachel?

I had her safely tucked
away before the attack.

After, well...

Let's just say now
I have bigger worries.

There are dark forces at work.

Forces we never believed
could exist, but they do.

Witchcraft.

I found what you were looking for.

That woman you killed
had it hidden away.

That symbol is in here.

She died protecting that book.

You have to understand
them to fight them.

That book is the key.

Give it to me.

Tell me where Rachel is.

You'll never survive this.

You saw what they did
to a house full of wolves.

It took no time.

Hi.

I am so sorry.

I couldn't...

I couldn't bring myself
to come to his funeral.

I've been trying to figure
out where it all went wrong.

Philip started acting jealous,

ranting about how you were
part of some crime family.

At first I thought: nervous breakdown.

And then he was stabbed
in his own apartment.

Just tell me straight, Elena.

Did Clay do that?

What?

No, no, Clay would not do that.

He tried to protect Philip.

You got my brother mixed
up into something.

And now he's dead.

Philip wasn't having
a nervous breakdown.

When he had his accident,

he was racing to the airport to meet me.

We were going to fly to France together.

There were some very
bad people after me.

You're a photographer, Elena.

You're not a mobster.

It's because of my family.

There is a darkness there.

Death, and... and murder.

And I was a part of it.

I tried to run.

I tried to start a new life.

And your brother, you,

your entire family were my lifeline.

He was going to save me from my past.

He couldn't.

Because it came and found me.

You should've gone to the police, Elena.

No. Listen to me.

In the end, Philip understood
he couldn't do that,

it wasn't possible.

It's why we decided to run.

I have spent the last week lashing out

at everything around me,

trying to find someone
to blame for his death.

And I figured out who's responsible.

It's me.

It is my fault.

I could not do the one thing

that would've saved his life.

I couldn't leave him.

If I'd just left him,

he'd have a broken heart

but he would still be alive.

Philip wasn't prepared for the evil

that came into his life...

Me.

Did you ever really love him?

I thought I did.

It wasn't enough. I'm sorry.

- I don't know you.
- Diane...

- I don't want to know you.
- Diane...

Don't worry, I'm not going
to go to the police.

What the hell would I tell them, anyway?

My best friend was a criminal.

What kind? I don't know, she won't say.

You have every right to hate me.

So much hurt.

For what?

Money? Power?

What is it you people fight for?

Right now... revenge.

Don't ever contact me
or my family again.

And I'll return the favour.

Are you telling me we're
going to summon these things

with orange pekoe? You're shitting me.

Why hide the book
if these spells aren't real?

Veni ad me, in nomine lunae.

Maybe we should've used chamomile.

I wouldn't do that, big guy.

- Clay...
- Trust me, I wouldn't.

Well, you obviously
know that we are witches.

And we know that you are werewolves.

Let's get that out of
the way so we can begin.

Can't believe we summoned witches.

You didn't summon us.

We came because it's time to talk.

Oh, and you left your
front door unlocked.

We heard you in there: "veni ad me".

It's too bad that we
know way more about you

than you know about us.

Seems you have us at
a disadvantage, then.

Again, more than you know.

Sit.

Whoa.

Paige.

My apologies.

It seems the young
think that showing off

is a virtue.

Clay, Logan.

Would you please guard the entrances?

No more surprises.

With your permission.

Please.

I guess we all like to show off

from time to time.

My name is Ruth Winterbourne.

My associate, Paige.

You'll forgive me if I'm not
familiar with the protocols

dealing with your type.

We're witches. You can say it.

It's not a word we like
to use in unsafe company,

but with you, it's fine

since you're both from the Other World.

"The Other World"?

Not human.

Supernatural.

You might prefer "special".

Magic, as you might call it, does exist.

We don't fly around on broomsticks

or twitch our noses to cast spells.

I run a successful cosmetic company.

Wholly organic, of course.

We have more in common than you think.

We both need to keep
our existence a secret.

People panic at the thought of us.

Always have, always will.

I have no interest in
exposing you... or us.

You're all women, I take it?

Our power is hereditary, like yours.

But unlike you, we only give birth

to female children.

How do you know so much about us?

We... keep tabs,

but we don't intervene in your affairs.

"Live and let live" is our motto.

Yet here you are.

In my home.

Calling us out into the woods.

Were you responsible for
what happened in Rochester?

All we saw was the aftermath.

The man that did that knows we exist.

All of us.

We're being hunted.

They want the werewolf
that you have downstairs.

And so do we.

If you're sneaking in,

you must have vengeance on your mind.

Why did you kill Philip?

You set him up just to kill him.

Why? Just to be a
sadistic son of a bitch?

You needed to know who's boss.

You are not in control.

- You never were.
- Not me.

Your nature is in control.

Like it or not, you're a werewolf.

You are bound to our
ways by your biology

and it will not be denied.

Do you still have that silly dream

of living in Toronto?

It's so terribly mundane
and superficial.

Do you feel it?

The rage? The lust?

It is your power.

You can thank me, Elena,

'cause I gave you the
greatest gift of all:

your true self.

You are now all wolf.

You are our future.

I just want to put you in the past.

You want him dead.

We want to trade him.

For what?

For a young girl.

A young witch who hasn't
yet come into her powers.

She can't defend herself.

She was kidnapped by this force.

Look, all you need to know

is that we want her back.

Help us.

Please.

You want Malcolm.

But I can't turn him over.

You think brute force will be enough.

Well, it won't be.

Soon they will come for you

and you will be begging for our help.

I doubt that.

Doubt all you like,

but let me tell you this.

We've managed to survive a long time...

much longer than you, I might add...

and we didn't do it by playing nice.

You're either on our side
or you're in our way.

Right now, you're in our way.

I've been waiting for this long enough.

That's right.

Feel it in your veins, in your blood.

You know you want it!

No more manipulations.

Your lessons are over.

It's time for you to die.

Then open this door.

Let's settle this.

I made Clay, he made you,

and it's only fitting
that you're the one.

Blood will out!

I am going to rip the life out of you!

You want to see the wolf? Huh?

Here I am!

No, Elena!

That's it, girl, come at me!

What the hell were you thinking?

I'm sorry, Logan.

I loved her too, but he has to die.

You have to die!

Take her upstairs.

You see that, Clay?

She's got fight in her.

She's better than all
of you put together.

You want to see fight?

I knew as soon as you got back.

Did you hear some stories
in Baton Rouge, Clay?

Tale of the woman eaten alive
in her trailer by a wolf?

Crying for her son

as I tore her to bits?

Hey...

Hey, it's okay. I'm here now.

You were right, Clay.

I need to deal with Philip's murder.

You had no part in it.

No.

I was about to throw away

Logan's last chance at finding Rachel.

I don't know what I'm
capable of anymore.

I want you to find peace.

Me too.

All of these plans that we make,

formulating strategies,

guiding our futures through
Machiavellian means.

All designed to get us what we want.

You never did have the stomach for that.

Much to my eternal shame.

Your design was interrupted, though.

You couldn't have foreseen

that you'd be flushed out
of that hole in Rochester

by an unknown force.

That wasn't part of your plan.

As usual, you struggle to make a point.

You don't have her.

You have no idea where she is.

And your last bargaining
chip is off the table.

You will not survive what's coming.

Yeah.

Whatever is out there,

these witches, whoever knows about us,

I will deal with them for
the protection of my Pack.

My family.

And you will not be around to see it.

You will soon join me.

I spent most of my life afraid of you.

Not anymore.

Make peace with yourself, Dad.

First light will be your last.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

It's over, isn't it?

Malcolm doesn't know anything, Logan.

We have to come to terms with that.

You... you heard those witches.

That guy that came after Malcolm...

She-she was in that house.

I mean, if he wanted a
werewolf, maybe, maybe...

maybe he took her.

If we're going to believe the witches,

we have to believe what they say,

that he wants Malcolm.

You're asking me to give up hope.

I'm asking you to brace
yourself for the worst.

You would've made a great dad, Logan.

You need to heal.

We all do.

I want you to stop running.

This is your home

and we are your family.

And we will help you get through this.

Something's wrong.

Everything's open.

Every door, every window...

Malcolm.